We decided to stay for two nights so we could explore the area on our bikes so the next morning we headed out towards the cathedral of St Bernard de Comminges, a steep climb up to the medieval church and village. It attracted quite a few visitors, there was a Tourist information centre where we were able to pick up some information about local cycle routes.
There were a number of different sights as well as the cathedral on our journey including the remains of a Roman settlement at the foot of hill and another beautiful ancient church.
When we returned to the van a man from a nearby house came up to us and showed us where we could fill up with water in his horses field and he also showed us another place to park, right at the end of a quiet lane on the river bank.
We would never have found it ourselves without the kindness of this man so perhaps I have to take back what I said in the previous post about the French not liking the English, he was very kind to us. It was an absolutely idyllic spot, we were totally alone with just the river rushing by and the birds racing about catching insects from the surface of the water.
Eventually we dragged ourselves away from our Campervan heaven to continue our journey which took us across the Pyrenees - the first time in our touring history that we took this route from France to Spain and although the roads were slower with more twists and turns the dramatic scenery made it worthwhile.
We stopped overnight in the little Spanish village of Sopeira by a lakeside surrounded by soaring mountains with vultures circling on the thermals, the only problem here were the amounts of small bitey insects and the church bell nearby that clanged every fifteen minutes right through the night, but still you can't always find perfection!
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